I heard that you are handsome, but unfortunately I am blind

On September [-]th, local time, at [-]:[-] p.m., the last show of the calm tour officially kicked off at the Legendary Music Hall in New York.

Ultra-modern venue layout, high-tech stage design, gorgeous and dazzling lighting and dance beauty, five hours of concert, lead singer Qian Song lost his voice at the end, keyboard player and guitarist and bassist fingertips were rubbed red and painful. Even Fang Chi, who was sitting behind the drum, was already exhausted when the drumstick hit the last sound, his arms were so sore that he was numb and unconscious.

The last encore was over, and the five members of Calm walked to the center of the stage.

They took each other's shoulders and bowed deeply amidst the screams and shouts of thousands of fans.

When he got up, the spotlight above his head was shining directly. Jing Han, the keyboardist who has always been calm and introverted in the band, had a bright smile on his mouth and tears on his face.

After the concert, it is still the old rules, the fan appreciation meeting and the live interview on the Internet platform.

Throughout the interview process, the host focused all the topics on the closing battle. Netizens paid a lot of attention to calm's last concert, but there are still many people who complained about Fang Chi's performance a few days ago. But this time, Captain Fang kept silent on all personal questions, neither taunting nor answering, not even giving a response.

Fang Chi turned everyone's attention to the calm band itself.

Because, this is the last time.

At the end of the interview, several people made some adjustments in the backstage rest room, and then drove back to the hotel.

The whole year's tour ended perfectly, and a heavy stone in Zhang Yuan's heart finally fell to the ground. From the moment he got on the car, he was bang bang like chicken blood. After a while, he talked about giving them a long vacation after returning to China, and let him hold the world After working hard for more than half a year, the popular ancestor took a good rest for a while, and then began to elaborate on the work arrangements for the past few months at the end of the year, a few simple collective announcements, individual endorsements signed by individual team members before, etc. , it may indeed be the end of the last tour, and the burden on everyone's shoulders has been lifted. The few people who were already exhausted did not ignore him. A few idle words.

The atmosphere was relaxed and cozy, Fang Chi slowly leaned back in the chair, and gently closed his eyes.

And Jing Han, who was sitting by the window, kept looking at his teammates and manager in the front seat with a smile on his lips.

When we arrived at the hotel, it was already past two o'clock in the morning. When we got out of the elevator, Zhang Yuan stopped a few people in the corridor and asked, "What's the next arrangement? If you want to go home together, I'll book tickets for you directly, um... …Take a day off tomorrow and fly the day after tomorrow? Of course, if you want to split up, you can just keep a low profile and just let me know when the time comes. But let’s make it clear in advance that the company will hold a celebration banquet for you next week, so don’t worry about it then Wherever you are, you have to come back to me."

Several people said it was okay, but at this moment Jing Han, who was walking behind everyone, said suddenly, "Brother Yuan, the celebration banquet... I won't go."

Zhang Yuan put down his hand as he was about to swipe his card to enter the door, and asked in confusion: "What's the matter, what's the matter? It won't work if we don't go, our tour is so successful this time, the company must use it to create momentum, and when the time comes, various media reporters I also want to do follow-up publicity, which can be regarded as laying the groundwork for your next year's momentum, you—"

Jing Han interrupted him: "There is no next year."

Zhang Yuan: "..."

Everyone: "..."

The air in the corridor froze in an instant.

Zhang Yuan's eyes were tightly locked on Jing Han's face. After a while, his lips began to tremble unconsciously, but he just couldn't speak.

Qian Song's scrutinizing eyes turned around the two of them, his mind was still a little overwhelmed by the extreme excitement after the last concert, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Brother Han...no, not next year What do you mean?"

Jing Han looked at his silly younger brother who was the lead singer, and then looked at Bozai and Anda who were standing quietly around. They had obviously reacted, but their expressions were still unbelievable. He smiled and replied: "I'm sorry brothers, I ... decided to quit the industry and terminate the contract with the company, so this concert should be the last time I stand with you as a calm keyboard player, I—"

Before the words fell, the instigator who asked the straightforward question just now suddenly shouted loudly, and then rushed towards Jing Han with a stride!

Qian Song grabbed Jing Han's collar, not only because he was too excited to restrain himself, but also because of too much strength, which is a normal phenomenon. The little lead singer's whole arm was shaking at a speed visible to the naked eye, at the same frequency. Resonant, and Qian Song's horrified roar: "What is the last time? This is the last time you said?! I don't care if you cancel the contract or not, but you want to quit, quit the group... You left, did you think so?" Have you thought about what to do with calm?! What about the brothers?!"

Jing Han's exhausted face was even paler at this time, he looked at Qian Song's hand under his chin with lowered eyebrows, his fingertips moved slightly, but finally gave up pulling him away, and just repeated: " sorry."

Bozai and Anda stood obliquely behind them. When they heard Jing Han's words just now, it was like a thunderclap on the ground, and they were directly knocked out. After being hit so hard by this blow, they were still in a calm state, and the two of them took a step forward at the same time, trying to pull Qian Song away who was about to lose his sanity.

"Xiao Song let go!"

"Speak well!"

"How can I speak well, I can't speak well!" Qian Song stared at Jing Han's face, gritted his teeth, and said, "Someone's words are better than their singing—the nonsense that they said that they would never leave and never leave." , What did you say that you can’t let go of calm, and now! How long has it been, huh?! I asked, you left, what should we do with calm?! Go solo, or just disband?”

In a word, everyone was silenced again.

In this silent silence, Jing Han's vision gradually blurred. He looked at the moisture in Qian Song's eyes, and was just about to coax him to say "don't cry", when he suddenly felt warm water vapor in the corner of his eyes When it fell, it left a string of cold wet marks when it brushed across the cheeks.

It turned out that he was crying.

"Calm's disbandment or solo flight needs to be discussed and decided by the company's senior management and the team." After a long time, when the huge and boundless heaviness was about to engulf everyone, Zhang Yuan, who was standing in front of his room door, suddenly spoke, and after one sentence, He quickly raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes, forced himself out of the way a manager should behave at this time, tried his best to control his voice and said, "Or... neither of these two, the final result is a new one. Members joined to replace Jing Han's original keyboard position."

Jing Han silently closed his eyes.

"I don't want it!" Qian Song yelled, with a strong crying voice, the knuckles of his fingers holding onto Jing Han's collar were all blue and white, the little lead singer gritted his teeth, and his voice was squeezed out of his teeth together with low sobs: "I don't want it!" What a new member! I want, I want him... I... Brother Han, the brothers have come all the way, you know what kind of feelings you have... Damn... I can't accept me standing in front of the microphone and singing now At that time, it wasn’t you who played the keyboard for me on the right back! Brother... can you not go, please... can you?"

Jing Han opened his mouth, but found that the language center completely failed at this moment, and he couldn't respond to a single word.

There is no way to respond to the retention of the brothers who have traveled together through ups and downs at this time.

There is no way to repeat the reason why I have to go——

Such a desolate and powerless fact is like an old scar sticking to the bottom of his heart. No matter how painful it is, he can only bear it by himself. He can't tell everyone about the serious illness of his loved ones. It hurts once.

Zhang Yuan's eye circles were red from holding back, but he didn't want to lose face in front of these younger brothers, so he frowned and said again: "Qian Song, let go first, everything needs to be formally discussed with the company's senior management to reach a conclusion."

The little lead singer was unmoved.

"Xiao Song, let go."

During the stalemate, a cold and slow voice suddenly came from the innermost end of the corridor near the wall. Everyone was pulled back in the sad mood, and turned their heads together, only to see that they hadn't said a word from the beginning Fang Chi leaned against the wall of the corridor, and the corridor lamp hit him, casting a raised but silent shadow under his feet.

Qian Song's throat twitched slightly, as if losing strength for a moment, he let go of his collar, which was soaked with sweat from his palm.

Then, the little lead singer walked towards Fang Chi slowly, stopped in front of him, and asked more like a statement than a question: "... Boss, did you already know?"

Fang Chi wanted to say, "It's not early, it's just one night earlier than you", but when the words came to his mouth, he felt that it was meaningless, so he simply kept silent.

"Okay, okay..." Qian Song wiped his eyes indiscriminately, sniffed his nose, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was bitter or ironic, but it still pierced his heart: "Calm is what you saved up with one hand at the beginning. During the difficult period, you were the one who supported us by gritting your teeth, now that even you have nodded in acquiescence, what else can we say, let’s just leave it like this..."

After speaking, he staggered back two steps, leaving everyone with a waving back: "Let's go, it's better to fuck off..."

There was a "bang" sound of closing the door, shutting out the leaden cloud-like silence of the people in the corridor.

"Everyone, let's all go back and rest first..." Zhang Yuan choked up his voice, and coughed as if covering his ears, "This is not a trivial matter. If Jing Han really terminates the contract and leaves the group, then what will the band do next? The company will definitely fight with you guys." Face-to-face communication...then...tomorrow, don't rest, go back to the country together, if there is any problem, let's sit down face to face and talk."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Jing Han again, waved his hand pretending to be calm, and urged: "Everyone go back to the room to sleep, the concert has just ended, no one can hold back after this, let's go, let's go."

Bozai and Anda stood on both sides of Jinghan, and they seemed to have something to say before entering the door, but it was inappropriate to say anything now, so they walked over to him and patted him on the shoulder, and Anda sighed to smooth things over for Qian Song's loss of control just now : "Dude, don't be angry with Xiao Song, everyone knows that in our team, except for the boss, he is the closest to you, he is really sad, don't—"

"I know." Jing Han nodded, and said with a wry smile, "I'm not going to have an affair with my brother, don't worry."

Bo Zai walked up, stopped for two seconds, and lightly punched Jing Han on the shoulder: "It stands to reason that in the team, you are all my younger brothers, so...brother, brother, don't say anything, you can just think about it. No matter where you are in the future, our buddies... will not be bad."

Jing Han bit the inside of his lip, and said "Yeah", "I know...brother."

Bozai and Anda returned to the room, and only Jing Han and Fang Chi, who had been leaning against the wall and standing silently, were left in the corridor.

After a long while, Jing Han rubbed his face, and the friction between his palms and cheeks brought out a little warmth, which finally made his face no longer pale as paper. Putting down his hands, he smiled at Fang Chi who was not far away, extremely tired But he also said very laxly: "Finally... I have said it."

Fang Chi took a deep look at him: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, I can hold on." Jing Han laughed, "Boss, thank you."

"Call me boss, don't talk nonsense." Fang Chi sighed solemnly and slowly, as if he wanted to exhale the pent-up swamp in his heart, but found it was futile.

Even if he can understand Jing Han’s affection, but just like what Qian Song said, after all, Calm was formed by him at the beginning. The brothers once stayed in the rehearsal room in the suburbs and wrote and practiced songs day and night. The days are still vivid in my mind, and the footprints of those who walked together are engraved and stamped in my heart, as bright red as yesterday without fading.But now, one of these brothers suddenly wants to leave the team to say goodbye...

He couldn't describe how uncomfortable this feeling was.

Calm has always been a whole. The integrity of this whole is not limited to the number of people in the band. The key is that they have been together, walking, experiencing, and accompanying. No matter the darkness or glory along the way, they are given Real meaning and temperature.

Even himself, when he was between the brothers in the band and Master Kobayashi, he couldn't make a decisive and self-restraining choice.

There are many kinds of emotions in this world, love, family affection, friendship, the difference between words, but there are hundreds of flavors in it.

But at this moment, it doesn't make sense to say anything.

"Go to rest early." Fang Chi sighed deeply, straightened up from the wall, moved his numb and sore shoulders, and raised his chin to Jing Han: "It's time to go to the company for an interview, let me know."

Jing Han replied that he must.

After saying goodbye, they went back to their rooms.

And this night, doomed to starry night without sleep.

At the same time, it was three o'clock in the afternoon at Master Xiaolin's place in China.

In mid-September in the north, the smell of autumn in the air is already very obvious. The heat of the hot summer season is gradually diluted and eliminated, and the sky is high and the clouds are light.

After finishing the last waist massage customer in the store, Lin Xiao walked slowly to the bathroom, touched the edge of the sink, turned on the tap and washed his hands, then returned to the lobby on the first floor of the massage shop and sat down in front of the computer.

This has been the case for the past few days. Lin Xiao comes to the store as usual, and when there are customers, he goes to work for massage. When there are no customers, he just sits in front of the computer and continues to review.

After all, there is still a month to go, and he will register for the college entrance examination again.

However, since he is not a recent senior high school candidate, this time, Lin Xiao can only conduct pre-examination qualification review as a member of the previous class.

And the college he was dreaming of had already issued an announcement for the registration of the college entrance examination, and this year's enrollment quota for blind candidates was determined to be 50 people.

As for the education English major that Master Xiaolin wanted to apply for, this year, the number of blind candidates for the unified recruitment is nine.

Lin Xiao put on the earphones and thought to himself, ninety-nine return to one, no problem.

Time passed by, Lin Xiao followed the course explanation in the earphones, and made rows of concave holes in the Braille text. Every time Master Xiaolin was immersed in learning, his expression would be particularly condensed, like a complete immersion style. Absorption, he used his infinite internal motivation to expand the limited spiritual core to positive infinity, just waiting for the blowout energy explosion at the last moment.

Today's customers are not too many. In fact, since the third day when Lin Xiao was taken around the world by Fang Chi, the number of customers in the store has gradually decreased. He came here admiringly for Master Xiaolin's craftsmanship, and Lin Youyu used the excuse of "the big boss's contract masseuse" whenever others asked him, so gradually, familiar guests knew that Master Xiaolin would I have been away from the store for a long time, so the frequency of coming to the store for massages has become less and less.

Although Lin Youyu and Mrs. Lin will continue to operate as usual when Lin Xiao is away, but the old master Lin has a lot of meetings. Customers who do it by themselves every day must make an appointment in advance, and the number of places is limited on a first-come-first-served basis. No job, how much money you make is a trivial matter, the key is that your wife can't help but worry about his health all the time.

Therefore, even if Lin Xiao returns to normal business life these days, there are still not many customers coming to the door, and Lin Youyu knows that his son has the major event of next year's exam in mind, so he asked Lin Xiao to strictly inherit his appointment system. The purpose is to give him more time and space to review with peace of mind.

Therefore, Master Kobayashi had a very quiet few hours.

After six o'clock, Lin Youyu walked into the store from the back door with a blind cane, and called "Xiao'er" when he entered the door. He didn't hear a response, so he knew that his son must be listening to the computer again, so he walked slowly while leaning on the cane to the rest area.

At this time, Lin Xiao's whole world was only audio. It wasn't until he was patted on the shoulder that he came back to his senses in a daze. He pressed the pause button, took off the earphones, and asked in a daze, "... who is it?"

Master Lin Yile: "Your father."

Lin Xiao knew it as soon as he heard the laughter.

He put the headset on the computer table, smiled, and said, "I have something to do, why don't you work with my mother at home?"

Autumn in the north is very short. When a small northwest wind blows down, the cold wave of winter is not far away.During dinner a few days ago, my wife watched the news and said that the duration of severe cold and temperature in this winter would hit a new record, so she couldn't help but make Lin Xiao a new, thicker quilt.

Lin Xiao couldn't bear her to work hard, so he asked at the time: "Isn't there a new quilt in the bed box?"

The teacher smiled and said softly: "Silly boy, don't you have one more person?"

Lin Xiao held the bowl and thought for two seconds, then he understood, and then he could feel the heat on his face at that time.

Lin Youyu sat down on the sofa behind Lin Xiao, leaned his blind stick aside, and said with a smile: "Your mother didn't build it for me after it was made, and I have to be responsible for chatting with you all the time? She has been sitting on the kang for a day, and she came out for a stroll."

Lin Xiao rolled his eyes, but smiled silently.

Lin Youyu chatted for a while, thought of something after a while, and asked him: "By the way, that kid...is he coming back?"

Lin Xiao was slightly mistaken, counted the days in his heart, and said, "Well... it's almost there, it should be a few days."

"Hmm." Lin Youyu blinked his eyelids, coughed uncomfortably, and asked again: "Then when he comes back this time...won't he go out?"

Lin Xiao smiled silently, and replied: "It seems that there are no plans for a tour this year, but there are still other jobs."

"Hmph." Lin Youyu let out a snort, and said in disgust, "If you are a star, running around all day, and always so homeless, how will you live in the future?"

Lin Xiao was stunned for a moment, and when he realized it, his tongue suddenly got a little knotted: "Dad, um...Dad, just... living a life or something, isn't it a little early to say that?"

How old am I? My 20th birthday hasn’t passed yet!

Lin Youyu could hear the unnaturalness and uneasiness in his tone, sighed, and said: "Isn't it just a matter of time, it will be him sooner or later, so Xiao'er—you have to do everything in advance Plan, you have to think ahead of the event, and you can't let the matter chase you."

Lin Xiao was puzzled and said, "What should I plan?"

"Tsk...Solid eyes!" Lin Youyu couldn't help but leaned forward, leaned a little closer, and said in a low voice, "Just Xiaochi...cough, just Fang Chi's profession, floating around like this all day, what will happen in the future?" What to do? You can’t let you follow him around the world like this? My son is not guilty of that, so if you don’t follow him—waiting at home by yourself all day, that’s not a problem! "

Lin Xiao was caught off guard by this remark, not because he hadn't considered the actual situation Lin Youyu said, but because he hadn't thought about it. This kind of realistic topic similar to "how two people live together" will one day come from the mouth of old master Lin. speak out.

In the face of life, the older generation always think far-reaching, and they have a special obsession and understanding of the three words "together". In their generation's view, being together means being together. Literally, there are only two people Seeing the sky to live together and be with each other is to truly live a down-to-earth life.

Lin Xiao was stunned for a while, only feeling a warmth in his heart, he couldn't tell whether he was more touched or more grateful.

"Dad, don't worry." After a while, Lin Xiao said with a smile: "Let's... Maybe I don't care too much about this, and... If I am admitted to university in June next year, I still have several years to study in school." Well, at that time, even if Chi... Cough, even if Fang Chi flies away dissatisfied with the world, we can't be together every day. Moreover, he has his job, and I have my study, and we have to give each other of independent space and room.”

Lin Youyu was silent for a long time, shook his head, and sighed: "I'm an old man, I can't keep up with your young people's ideas, but no matter how new the times are, you can't lose old principles, you... Forget it, you guys Think about it yourself, I don't like to worry about you."

What nonsense are you talking about old Lier and new Lier, this son will live with another man, two old men, where can we go to reason.

"And..." Lin Youyu paused for a moment, then said with distaste: "...Brother Chi, Brother Chi, it's not like I haven't heard you call it before, why did you change your name on purpose!"

Lin Xiao: "..."

Okay, okay.

"Okay, don't keep learning, your mother is about to cook, so go back early."

Lin Xiao nodded in agreement.

Lin Youyu got up from the sofa, walked back home leaning on his blind cane.

Lin Xiao sat on the chair in front of the computer desk and sighed softly.

Not to mention, I didn't really think so before, but I just chatted with Master Lin a few times, and for some reason, I suddenly felt... I really seemed to think a little... Cough, I miss Brother Chi.

Lin Xiao touched his mobile phone from the side of the keyboard, plugged in the earphones and clicked on Weibo.

I haven't listened to Weibo for consultation and news for a few days, and I just clicked on the topic ranking to find out that calm's last New York concert has ended.

It's just that there is a [-]-hour time difference between the two places, so all the reports on Weibo are New York time at that time.

Lin Xiao's heart began to stir unconsciously.

It's over, that is... coming back?

He clicked on the hot topic and listened to the relevant Weibo messages one by one, with a smile on his mouth and bright eyes.

Finally, Master Xiaolin returned to his homepage, thought for a while, but still couldn't hold back the joy in his heart, edited a Weibo according to the voice, and posted it.

"Congratulations, waiting for you."

There are only four words, and the language is unclear.

It is exactly the same as the mood notes that Master Xiaolin occasionally posted on the account of "The Popular Star's Million Masseur".

Voice prompt, the release is successful.

The smile in Lin Xiao's eyes deepened, he quit Weibo, put his phone back in his pocket, got up, and went home to eat.

But this time, Master Xiaolin ignored one thing, and the voice prompts would not be so detailed.

In front of the weibo he just posted, there was an additional hot weibo topic.

Therefore, Master Kobayashi posted this note of comic anticipation to the public online, which is——

【#calmNew YorkConcert# Congratulations, waiting for you. 】

Weibo publisher account: popular celebrity's million massage therapist.